Am I dead meat now, or what?Nothing. Not a hint that’s she’s remotely aware of what I did to her last night. I got away with it! If she hasn’t n...ticed once, she won’t notice again. I can do her every night, now!The second time I fuck her, she’s laid on her side, with one knee bent in front of her, so I straddle her straight leg. I prepare her with a wet finger, as I did the night before, then ease myself back inside her. She feels tighter in this position, so I’m extra slow and careful.. Geordie expression." Oh."Marla was enjoying Paul's attention. She was touched by how, whenever she caught his eyes looking at her in a clearly appraising way, he visibly blushed and looked away. Although he was soft-spoken, Marla wasn't at all sure how much that was to do with his peculiar English dialect or if it would be the same whatever his native tongue."Shall we go for a coffee?" she asked."A coffee?" wondered Paul, the freckles on his face deepening again with his ready blush. "But I. Whilst still prone, Marty fastened a ridiculously high, unnecessarily thick, leather posture collar around my throat. The series of tugs that followed, proclaimed that it was secured by no fewer than four buckles. As if there would be any doubt, she showed me the padlocks before affixing them to the collar.The collar clamped down on my throat with alarming severity. The tenuous task of breathing and swallowing became even more of a high-wire act. I felt my distended jaw settle into a slight. ”He drew in a breath and made ready to speak.“Don’t you dare!” I cut him off. “Don’t you dare say something perfect, witty, and charming and sweep me off my feet again and give me more mind-blowing orgasms or something. It just won’t work because-““Because why?” he lamented, finally getting a word in.I cried out in anguish. “Because I love you! Because every guy I’ve felt even a little for started out like this! It’s all fun and games and they’re so into me and how wild I am and then they want.